still ~

02 Sunday Feb 2014

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how short
these ties of earthly woe
how pure
the angels sing
where lies the truth
of all our days –
alive in everything

in those we knew
with those we loved –
how bless’ed they must be
to walk beyond
the tell of grace –
for all eternity

what stirs in hope
beyond the veil
when breath
is sealed away –
a name in sorrow
spoken –
yet worries not
the grave

became of each
ten thousand more
returned to claim the sun
remembered sweet
our passing –
of moments spent
as one

. . .

Author’s Note: Still….a word I love……I feel. I’ve written other pieces
and adorned this same name. It is a truth that cannot be argued, an
understanding, a promise, a way…….. Still.

yet ~

31 Friday Jan 2014

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how long the sweet
departing –
how dear the ways
recalled
tho time has passed
– somewhere
a moment still
remains of us
eternal
a voice upon
the wind
a passage unforgotten
by our will

. . .

shadows to the leaving ~

24 Friday Jan 2014

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with hope
that bears not reason
some other time
awaits
as shadows to the leaving –
a stranger
at the gate

gathers yet
these orchids
we planted on our way
and worries not
the chill
of yesterday

of human hands
immortal hearts
wear true
the soul to soul –
memories of presence
in living
shall unfold

soft against
these fading lights
– to know
because we feel
a moment
unsurrendered
resolves to hold us
still

. . .

with thorns ~

23 Thursday Jan 2014

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of knowing
what is keeping
the heart
tied up
with thorns
– a place
beyond the realm
of sanity

moves this sun
to rising –
grieves the almost
moon
– another
one more time
I thought to go

pardon this
intrusion –
worry not your will
to names and dates –
maladies of stone
held apart
by living –
eternity as one
how it is I know –
where you have
gone

beyond the feel
of shadows –
crowded round
my steps
beyond the fence
– tis all
that I have left

of signs
unwelcome graces –
my once or twice
with you –
lines were crossed
– was nothing
I could do

but pull
a chair
and sit a spell
with verses
growing cold
– was here before
the words
were catching
hold

. . .

the story goes ~

15 Wednesday Jan 2014

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fragile falls
the eager first
to raise our hopes again
to fill the empty lines
ahead with verse
– a rhyme
tho none would notice
the way
I spoke your name
while tender
curved a hand
against my heart

souvenirs
are taken in
folded to the crease
memorized
as season –
year by year
til only one remembers
well enough
the story goes
of ways
the words were whispered
– now again

in the silent song
of morning light
truths are laid together
– a softer line
than e’er a rhyme
could touch

. . .

worn away ~

05 Sunday Jan 2014

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others tell
with names the same
of living
worn away –
lines retraced
– and all i’ve missed
of you

visions
almost faded
are dreams
we shared somehow –
with only these
– memories
too few

save a seat
where I might sit
in shadows of the throne
to reminisce
on moments –
held in place

keeping this
a secret mine –
of story once you told
a lifetime passed
– a night
within your grace

e’en now
my soul remembers
the beauty
of your voice
tho years have passed
between –
and now an end

to times
i thought
of coming back –
to find within
your arms –
all i was
of how you loved me
then

Author’s Note: I learned today of the passing of a dear
and old friend. Years have worn between, tho nothing lost.
Truth remembers everything – the same as new somehow.

Dates are
carved, but loving yet lives on.

Rest sweetly, dear Victor.

. . .

came and went ~

31 Tuesday Dec 2013

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when emptied
let me understand
tis there
my fullness lies
the whole of all creation
– but a sigh

echoed into
weariness
more and more –
til less
the bowl is waiting
silent
on the shelf

holding heart
with memories
where overflowing
spent
to change the ways –
the river
came and went

to seek
beyond the seeing
how dear
this emptiness
– will softer hands
confine my
thankfulness

for what shall be
another sure –
tis something more
divine
than what was left
of nothing –
remains for us
to find

. . .

leaning in ~

30 Monday Dec 2013

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whate’er has gone
will find again –
morning
twilight
leaning in
across the ways
beneath the floor
were heavens
once I held
before

as now I see
the truth become
with want for I –
the only one
to know of words
– a bitter
taste
life is best
with none to waste

as once we knew
another now
where wishes fell
and kisses lay
sweet the breath
of almost none
would love
be missed
we gave away

might presence steal
the shadows grey
as sun across
our yesterdays
hold me here
touch me yet –
recalled
to ways
I’ll not forget

. . .

taste of silk ~

22 Sunday Dec 2013

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crossed I once
an empty field
before the evening
blue
– worried not
for where the path
might lead

would restless
bring me home to find another
captive as a wing
within my wish

trace me not
from memory
of this (to come again) –
from where I was
returned
when prayers were said

before the night
was pulled to shade
a whisper ceased
to matter –
yellow held her hands
above the flame

where black
the spinner
cursed the taste
of silk

shadows shift
beneath the grey
wherein the light
was less
than I could pass
remembering
to see

. . .

where spring endures ~

07 Saturday Dec 2013

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worried
for the ways ahead
a pathway through the dark
where whispers
surely gather
me to home
memories
and might have beens
grace in stories
written
drawn upon my heart
by places known

lay for me
a softer place
just beyond the winter
love is come
and I
resolved to these
the way was mine
as life became
more my soul shall carry
grieving all
shall bring me
to my knees

tho surely this
for all I keep –
the worth
is worth the weighting
for just beyond
are spirits bound
by truth
reminders of forever
one more day
where spring endures
while here I kneel
– grateful for
each bruise

. . .